Mummy, I can't find my Mofusand Stickers
"Mummy, I can't find my Mofusand stickers."
A familiar plea. I pause, thinking. "Did you bring them to school? Are they tucked underneath the mountain of books on your bed?"
Moments later. "Mummy, I found them! They have all along been in my school bag!"
"Thank you Mummy!"
Fast forward.
"Mummy, do you know where my wallet is?"
Without missing a beat, I point toward the TV console. "Right there."
And just like that, my detective skills earn me a megawatt smile and another enthusiastic ~
"Thank you, Mummy!" 🥰
This scene has played out not once, not twice, but countless times—last week, yesterday, and even this morning. Truth be told, it's been a recurring theme over the years.
Through it all, I’m learning (okay, still trying to learn) to see the beauty in these little moments of everyday life.
For her, it’s a journey of growing up—learning responsibility, taking ownership of her belongings.
For me, it’s a different kind of journey.
A journey of patience. Of presence. Of self-discovery.
Someday, she’ll no longer need to call out for lost stickers or misplaced wallets. But for now, I cherish every "Mummy, where is...?" because wrapped within each question is trust, love, and a connection I never want to take for granted.
My heart overflows with gratitude—for these moments that are fleeting yet lasting - Fleeting, because one day, she will no longer need my help in the same way. Lasting, because the warmth of these little exchanges, the trust in her voice, and the joy in her smile will stay with me forever.
For the laughter, for the privilege of watching her grow—I am forever thankful. 💞
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